be silent here

in tepid space

laid out to dry

alone,

where comics stand

upon my back

and laugh at break

of bone,

and arms outstretched

to painted love

and sands that covered

dreams,

bend backwards now

in useless show

and leak raw tears

at seams..

so lay i here

in shriveled once

a small and tortured

shell,

in deep remorse

for all i am

and dream sweet dreams

of hell…